When it comes to clothing, I consider myself a moderate.
Right in the middle of the aisle, that’s me. I’m not very trendy and I don’t make a fuss. But I don’t wear things that don’t fit and I’m a whiz at trolling a clearance rack.
You won’t catch me at the grocery in pajama pants. But I have worn a pair of yoga pants to drop a kid off at school — a lot of moms do that, content to pretend we’re all on our way to the gym.